ON CHRISTMAS EVE
A borrowed festival
Is fiery and joyful in the east
Red wine red candles and red lips
All are lighting thoroughly tonight
The classic story had been gone with the
wind
Only blood of youth and
Religion-like poetics
Have grown into bodhi trees covering all
the world
They show their respect to immortal Santa
Claus
In a way that east and west combine
harmoniously
Cave made up of stones has been shining
divinely
In the Bible for thousands of years
But it can’t lighten the ancient Jerusalem
With its lasting kind caress
There is never any safety on Christmas Eve
Hate and revenge circle in the world
Thousands-year migration and thousand-year
reeking of blood
Make silent frits of Gaza scald
More distance it is, more authentic it is
It is so true that it become beautiful and
free
In such charming blessings
Red wine red candle and red lips
Are all rippling in our own religion